EquinoxEquinoxI used to believe in autumn afternoons,So crisp and sweet, so red and gold, so rightMy heart would fly and I would singAnd thank God for this world of mineHow good and wonderful it was, how bright!But now this world, it has become a steady equinox:No change from hour to hour, it seems,No life from day to day.The summers are long, the winters stretch onApathy, my ailment, comesAnd here I am, all powerless and coldSo now I must create, it seems, my own realityI may not have strong legs to run with,Nor a lovely voice to sing withBut I have my mind to think with,And my hands to write with,And my equinox is
Ancient Dance EternalA word is spokenAnd comes the movement:Shining blades beneath the lightTaken from the beating heart,Ancient dance eternal!It holds its power on me.The others, too, are mesmerizedAll friendships, now, are set asideWe dance beneath the pounding lightsIt holds its power on me.A weaving stroke, a flashing handInterwoven with a willThey feel the need to fight, to killIt holds its power on me.Soon the dance has reached its peakThis shining zenith all must faceOut from our primal minds its comesIt holds its power on me.Ancient dance eternal!It holds its power on me.